Money Can’t Miserly Love

A wealthy man was generously offering his counsel to a poor man. He said, “The truth of the matter is this: Money can’t buy you love.”

The dispensing of wisdom was briefly interrupted by the arrival of a UPS delivery driver. “Ah. If you’ll excuse me, I see my daily delivery of useless plastic consumeristic widgets made in China has arrived. A box! A box! Oh goodie, a box!”

Spittle flew from jiggly jowls as the man lurched for his box cutter and sliced open the cardboard like a battlefield surgeon. There wasn’t even time for triage. In moments he held the widgets up before his eyes, which briefly glazed over as various pleasure centers in his brain were involuntarily activated, then in a few mere seconds he carelessly tossed the items aside. He was already bored with them.

“Now then, where were we? Ah yes, true happiness must come from within.”


The poor man marveled at the other man’s words since the wealthy man based his entire existence on everything economic. He worked 60 or more hours a week. He constructed elaborate plans to squeeze pennies out of nothing, like running accounts through multiple payment systems to earn airline miles, rewards, cash back and points.

When the man bragged about achievements in his life, it always revolved around words like money, discounts and savings. He’d brag about the 50-gallon drum of Heinz ketchup he purchased at Costco and how it saved him one penny per ounce on unit price. Of course, he now also had a 50-gallon drum in his kitchen, but that was never the point.

“Have you tried that new all-you-can-eat buffet in town?” he asked one day. “Lunch is only $9 and dinner is $14, only $5 more. If you go, go for lunch. That’s the best time to go.”

The poor man couldn’t help himself. “Have you ever noticed,” he asked, “how you never talk about a restaurant in terms like the deliciousness of the food? The atmosphere? The service? It’s never those things. Only words like price and value. ‘That meal was a good value,’ you often say. Well, what about the food? Did it taste good? Did you have a good time?”

“All food is basically the same,” the wealthy man replied. “What varies far more greatly is the price that you pay for it.”

The poor man just sadly shook his head.

The poor man could see the logic that happiness shouldn’t be tied to something like money. A poor man could be happy and a rich man could be unhappy. He understood that. But he bristled at the notion of this sort of philosophy being shoved down his throat by someone with an obvious conflict of interest in the point at hand.

Then he realized it. The wealthy man, the one saying that money had nothing to do with happiness, was the one who loved money the most of all. Money was the prism through which he saw the entire world. Money was what he prized more than time with family or even the things it bought. Yet this was a man who chose to spend his time telling poor people they should believe the exact opposite thing.

Having gained just a little bit of perspective, awareness and enlightenment, the poor man merely felt sadness for the rich man while feeling a little bit happier for himself. At least I’m not like that, he thought.

13 responses

  1. Guru is wise. Guru is great. Guru is poor. Guru don’t play no rich man’s game.


    1. I may be poor in money but my life is rich in Blogdramedy. And that makes me a millionaire.


      1. You are such a sweet talker. Must be that increased sugar consumption for the other night.


  2. Um….I like money. Money makes me very happy! Whenever I make a sale, I’m happy. I like buying things. That makes me happy. I don’t go out to eat much so I don’t care if the food is good or not or if I’m getting a value. I’m not obsessed with money, but in this day and age, it IS all about money. Can’t be happy unless you have money I’m afraid. Unless you’re one of these people who is all about love. No, love is overrated. I love my friends and I’m glad they are in my life but we’ll all agree that money takes rank. Because we all know if all the money disappears we’ll have eachother to go find the bastard who took it all.


    1. Money is a tool and the lust for it is the root of all evil, or so I’ve heard! ๐Ÿ™‚ A tool for what, though? That is the question.

      Since the first grade I’ve never been all that interested in money.

      Who’s the bastard that will take it all? My guess is the same guy who invented it. Humans game all systems. Money is a system. Humans game money.

      Money isn’t even real. It’s just a collective acceptance of a whacked out idea, one which serves to make wealthy the masters of money and leaves most of humanity “poor.”

      For a wonderfully uplifting treatise on the truth behind money I recommend netflixing a movie called Zeitgeist: Addendum.


      1. Sorry Tom, money rocks! ๐Ÿ˜€ Without it, I wouldn’t be able to fly to England. I wouldn’t be able to buy my convertible. I wouldn’t be able to buy the things I want. It only becomes evil when someone becomes obsesses with it. And greedy. Like corporations.

        I will look into your movie. I don’t have netflix, but I’ll find it. Even if it costs money. ๐Ÿ™‚


      2. LOL! The movie is not for everyone. I hope I haven’t led you astray.


      3. Nope.


  3. Immediately I thought of this Beatles song in the link. Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about the concept of money. It requires everyone in the system to agree to its use. It’s a societal contract that is increasingly being strained. The Federal Reserve is creating massive amounts of money out of thin air, which is devaluing the money already in circulation while temporarily propping up the economy.

    Zimbabwe is an an example when the whole social contract breaks down. That country no longer has its own currency, but uses the U.S. dollar.

    Here’s a new currency, the bitcoin:


    1. You’re right. The title of this post was inspired by that song by The Beatles.

      That article you linked to is right on the money, so to speak. Money as a means of social control. Nailed it!

      Money is a manmade thing that was created to control the masses and funnel wealth, lifestyle, health, luxury and possessions into the hands of an elite few. That’s the bottom line. When we buy into the system, so to speak, we are fulfilling that destiny.

      Reading about Wikileaks and online gambling, I can’t help but think about freedom and free will, concepts which are, of course, mostly an illusion under an economic bondage system. The bitcoin sounds promising but also confusing. And, as a system, is something which will be utterly dominated and corrupted by humans gaming things to their advantage. Just another means to the ends of inequity and unfairness on this planet.


  4. I do have to agree with ryoko861 that money does kind rock when it will get you to England and various other places, as well as pay your gas bill so you won’t freeze (which I’m thinking of right now). It’s more about living and experiencing, not about the actual money. I know (we rarely hang out) many very rich people who live extravagant lives, but I don’t want to be them. I just want to be me with their money…;) Just kidding.


    1. Money is a tool. It is mainly a tool because we accept it as such. What if you didn’t need money to travel to England or obtain the energy you need to survive or possess the things you want? Then money would have absolutely no value to you. That’s the point.

      If we lived in a world of abundance money would have no meaning.


  5. Reblogged this on Shouts from the Abyss and commented:

    The random number generator suggested this post. I got a kick out of reading it again. From time to time I pause to think about my old boss and his sausage-like fingers. I often wonder if he’s sliced them up yet to feed the poor? Somehow I doubt it. I won’t hold my breath.


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